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Du Wensen took back the call. .biqugev

"Do you understand? Officer Keyes!"

"Du Wensen, you are simply a lunatic. I'm coming over now. Don't try to escape this time!" After saying that, Case immediately hung up the phone.

Du Wensen put away the phone and said helplessly: "It seems that our Officer Keith is impatient. I haven't had time to tell him that I have 50 subordinates this time, and I don't know if he has brought enough people."

The three people in the room were so frightened that they led fifty well-equipped terrorists to blow up the art museum. This kind of thing has never happened since the establishment of the art museum.

This is Washington, how could something like this happen? What was the FBI doing? Didn't the Pentagon discover such a serious terrorist attack?

At this time, a subordinate pushed the door open and said, "Sir, we discovered some situations and don't know how to deal with them."

A few minutes later, in a hall.

"Don't come here, stay back, all of you!" A fierce-looking man put a gun on the head of a lady in his hand.

This is what they found. When a painting thief saw the FBI coming to clear the scene, he thought his identity was exposed, so he took hostages.

"But why can't you handle this kind of thing?" Du Wensen looked at the other agents.

"Sir, we"

"You all seem to have forgotten what I said. We will destroy any crime like a tide. We are the FBI. I brought you here not to listen to your explanation!" Du Wensen said sternly.

The trained agents lowered their heads, ashamed.

Du Wensen strode towards the painting thief.

"Stop! Don't come over, otherwise I will shoot!" the painting thief said excitedly.

Du Wensen had no expression on his face and was still approaching.

"Don't come over. I told you not to come over. Can't you hear me?" The painting thief backed away in panic until his back was against the wall and he could no longer retreat.

Du Wensen stopped two meters away from him.

"My hair has not been washed for more than three days, dark circles under my eyes, there are residues of last night's food on my teeth, my eyes are bloodshot, there are three places on the coat that have been sewn with stitches, and there is a portrait of a puppy at the bottom of it, on the right There is still the smell of urine on my legs and pants.”

The painting thief looked at himself and had no idea what Du Wensen was talking about.

"Your family is very poor, and you usually only rely on you to work to make money, but you are very happy because you have a kind and attentive mother and a lovely little sister. Unfortunately, your mother fell ill not long ago, and you work every day You had to go to the hospital to take care of and accompany her, which made it impossible for you to continue working. Until yesterday, a stranger came to you and asked you to come to the art gallery today and take away a painting. After that, he would pay you a large sum of money. Money, so you came here early this morning without even eating breakfast."

Du Wensen smiled slightly.

"Am I right?"

The painting thief looked at Du Wensen blankly. At this time, the entire hall was silent.

"By the way, don't buy a fake gun without a safety switch next time!" Du Wensen blinked.

The gun in the painting thief's hand slipped to the ground. He let go of the hostage, held his head, knelt on the ground and cried: "Officer, I was wrong. I plead guilty. Please don't tell my mother, she can't bear such a blow. "

"Plead guilty? Why plead guilty? Did you commit any crime?" Du Wensen turned his head and asked: "Do you think he committed a crime?"

The other agents didn't understand what answer Du Wensen wanted and didn't dare to answer.

Du Wensen helped the painting thief up, patted him and said: "You are not guilty! You just made a joke with this lady with a fake pistol, do you think so?"

"Officer, I, I" the painting thief was at a loss.

Du Wensen punched a painting on the wall, smashed the glass, pulled out the painting and stuffed it into the hands of the person who stole the painting, and blinked again.

"Okay! You can go home now. I declare that this painting belongs to you. You can sell it to pay for your mother's medical expenses. It should be enough!"

All the agents were petrified. What is going on?

"Officer, this is my painting," the person who stole the painting said in a panic.

Du Wensen waved his hand and ordered: "Send this gentleman out!"

As a result, the painting thief was sent out of the art museum without even a chance to resist, and it seemed that no one could see the painting that Du Wenmu thrust into his hand.

He stood on the steps outside the art museum, his eyes showing a trace of confusion. What should he do?

It wasn't until he was awakened by a siren that he realized several police officers were standing in front of him.

"What should I do? Do I plead guilty? Or should I explain that I didn't steal the painting, but a police officer gave it to me? But will anyone believe me?"

He was momentarily confused.

Case ordered two police officers to take the homeless man aside, who seemed to be mentally disturbed, and looked at the four men in black at the entrance of the art museum.

Judging from his clothes, he looks like an FBI agent.

Could it be that Du Wensen was actually playing tricks on him? Keith decided to go up and ask about the situation.

Just as he stepped onto the steps, Luke, the gatekeeper, stood up.

"Stop, the FBI is handling the case, don't let anyone else get close!"

"Hey! Man, I'm Keith, a senior police officer in Washington. I received a report that terrorists here have kidnapped the curator and are planning to rob the museum!" Keith raised his hands and showed his ID.

Luke looked back at his companions. Is this an assessment?

It must be, this is testing whether he is firm enough.

"Sorry, officer, we can't let anyone in without an order!" Luke refused coldly.

Case was a little confused about the situation at this time. Could it be that the FBI came earlier than him and had Du Wensen under control? But he still felt uneasy without going in and taking a look with his own eyes.

"Excuse me, can you help me inform your person in charge? Tell him that Senior Police Officer Keith has requested to meet with him." Keith deliberately emphasized the word "senior police officer".

When the FBI handles a case, it will ignore ordinary police officers. Keyes only hopes that his status as a senior police officer will be of some use.

Otherwise, he could only ask the police chief to come.

"Report, this is the main entrance. A senior police officer is making representations to us. Please give us instructions!" Luke picked up the walkie-talkie and said.

A few minutes later, when Du Wensen walked out of the gate, Keith understood everything at this moment.

The FBI and federal investigators are all faked by Vincent Du.

Case quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist.

However, however.

Du Wensen smiled slightly at him and waved his hand.

An RPG rocket launcher was handed to Du Wensen's hand from behind. From such a close distance, Case could clearly see Du Wensen's finger pressing on the trigger.